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By *eavenNhell OP Couple
over a year ago
carrbrook stalybridge |
copied this from a bdsm forum very funny
A repost of one of my articles for those that missed this important lesson in electrical play.
People have asked me on this forum to explain the complexities of metal being a good conductor of electricity. Let me preface this by saying I have been presenting on violet wand play since around 2002. I have done a lot of classes on this subject from Dallas to Portland so I know a small bit about the conduction of electricity.
So.......
I was doing a scene with someone with the violet wand. This was shortly after my 40th birthday. The significance will become clear soon enough. I was naked, she was naked. We were playing on a futon/daybed that had rail on the back and both sides. It also had a metal frame and spring system back to front.
With our play that day, she was holding the contact probe, which charged her electrically. I was using talons, Whartenburg wheels, a knife, and various other implements of pleasure upon her body. This is not the conduction lesson as of yet.
Our play was sensuous, hot, sweaty, hot. I mean diamond-cutter-erection hot. As I mentioned, this was shortly after my 40th birthday. My submissive at the time, bless her heart, paid for me to get a much desired at the time penis piercing. I loved that thing...showed it off to anyone that would look. It was awesome.
Anyway, I seemed to be so in tune to my play and the hotness of it all, that I lost my faculties when it came to self preservation. I leaned in, not knowing that she was in such bliss (ahem) that she too forgot about my preservation. Her hand was gripping the rail, about the time that that cute little bling bling on my ding ding made contact with the metal frame of the bed. I have to tell you, in that moment, my life flashed before my eyes, my violet wand left my hand in an involuntary throwing motion, while I let out the most unmanly scream (OK, I screamed like a little bitch).
I looked down to scope the damage, and a truly heart wrenching moment hit me. My mini-me was gone. Gone I tell you. My mini-me? He shrunk worse than a nudist Eskimo at first freeze. It took me a week of coaxing and sticking my finger in my ass to try to push him out of the front of my body before I was able to fully inspect the damage.
Needless to say, the mood was quite shot and the scene was over. Of course for some reason the girl that was my bottom developed a fetish for hysterical laughter as a result of the extra jolt I am sure.
Now you know that bling on the ding is a fine conductor of electricity. |
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